~     sylveon     ~    
                      
                     
                                 
                              
                              
                              
          countersense fairy   
      canine?                     
                          palliative? 
                                 
 appearance:  sylveon  resemble dogs in  
   many ways, with  similar small bodies 
    and faces. they  are small and  
       nimble, and with white fur.  
                               
                                 
 the most  striking  feature is       
 their "ribbons",    long  flat feelers 
 that  they     use  to  bind    or  to 
 interface with   the minds   of others 
                          
   the  ribbons  play  a large social   
    role  among  sylveons.           
   they induce a sense of  wellbeing, 
  and  can  ease  pain if  applied    
 close to a wound.      it is thought 
 they  feed off  the pain  of  others   
                 this  way.    
                              
                              
      sylveon  are  great  partners 
 to humans, but  care  should  be taken  
 to  limit  exposure to   ribbons,     
   since with  prolonged contact      
   the consciousnesses  start  to blend, 
 an   environment   in  which          
 the  sylveon  is  much  more at  home,  
    and   it    will   take   advantage. 
                     
   medicinal                     
 ...      !!!                         
                                 
                              
 its  sap                         
         poison        putting 
 thoughts    into             
 not   killed.                      
   but  is    loyal    (lie!  lie!) 
                                 
                               
                             
 the nature  of  the  coma depends on the 
 intensity  of the  sylveon's  feeding.  
       you  will  succumb  to a   
         fast-growing  addiction   
  that leads to a  submissive       
      and  sluggish   state     
                
  eventually  you will  slowly slip  
   into    a    long    slumber,   
  becoming      sap   in the  vines